We’re moving out tomorrow - into our separate flats. Our daughter will be with her mum for the first few days. I’ll be alone. I’ve arranged to see friends, but I’ll be going back to an empty flat.

This house. We’ve only been here a year (April 2021), but we made it ours so quickly. We were going to live here for ten years. Our daughter was going to grow up here. We were going to grow closer together. But instead, we grew further apart.

It’s nearly a year since she said she wasn’t happy (November 2021) - and we’ve lived together amicably since then. We’ve lived together for ten years. And tomorrow, we won’t.

I’m not sure what I’m hoping for here - I just wanted to type out how I’m feeling.